Chapter 137

• I took a good look at her again and realized she was a blend of youth and old age. Her face is a mixture of beauty and faded skin. And her demeanor, she was both welcoming and unapproachable at the same time. Her eyebrows were thick with fine dark hairs and so was the hair on her head, black, shiny, wavy and could give any fashionista a run for her body. But at a general glance, she was old. Dressed in fine silk that was tattered. She sat straight on her seat with refined posture but she was bent and the stick she walked with laid a few inches away from her.
• I knew this woman. This witch here. Not Physically but she was well known far and wide. She was well known for her skills and the portion she brewed. She wrecked havoc with power and was sought after far and wide.
• Sitting there, I did not know whether he was scared. Because the tales praised no good she has even done. She casted spells that left people in tears and everyone knew not to cross her.